We're Back Chapter 14
A/N: Finally, got off my lazy butt and wrote the next part. Here it is! More on Johnny here too!
P.S. Okay. Since it's been three lifetimes since I've updated, you're bound to have forgotten who a certain "Mr. Brown" is. If you have, please look back at Chapter... Oh hell. He's the guy who talks to Dally about his court hearing and his parents.
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"You know you really didn't have to do this."
"Shut up," Darry hissed through gritted teeth. He wasn't sure if it was because they'd given him drugs or because he hadn't said a word for 6 months, but Dally had been a regular old chatterbox during the entire trip from the hospital.
"Wow! The sky sure if blue around here," Dally rolled down the passenger side window. "Man, this place is pretty."
Soda shook his head, completely speechless. He'd never known Dally to be so.well.happy.
"Thanks for the ride," he said absently, pushing back his still-uncut hair.
"You're welcome for the 100th time," Darry replied rolling his eyes. "And since when are you so polite?"
"Since now. Ooh, can we get ice-cream?"
Soda closed his eyes, rubbing his temples. "It's the morphine, just the morphine working," he muttered to himself. He still couldn't believe how upbeat Dally was.
"Maybe after. You have to get to your hearing."
Dally slumped down in his seat. "Oh GOD, I don't wanna do this."
"Don't worry man," Soda said reassuringly. "We went to one awhile ago and it's not as weird as you'd think."
"Yeah but what if my parents are real freaks?"
Darry stopped the car and turned to Dally.
"So what else is new? You never liked your parents anyway, at least, that's what I got from what you said about them, which was mighty little. They were abusive, half-witted alcoholics who you HATED. This is the stop, get out. Good luck by the way."
"Gee, thanks," Dally muttered and climbed out of the car.
"See you later Dal!" Soda yelled out the back window as Darry tore out of the parking lot.
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Beep. Beep. Beep.
Green line up.
Beep.
Green line down.
Beep. Beep.
'I'm going to go fucking nuts.'
Johnny moaned trying to turn over on the bed and again finding out that it was impossible, due to the pain in his back and the spider-web of wires connecting him to every conceivable noise making machine in the entire hospital.
Blaaaaa. Blaaa.
Chugg-chugga-chug..gerp.
'Dear diary, today listened to the equivalent of Dally on censored TV.'
There came a knock on the door.
"COME IN!" Johnny nearly bellowed, desperate for someone or something to take his mind off the horrible nasty, nasty machines.
"Housekeeping!" said a breathy, over-tinkly, girlish voice, and in stepped Two-Bit. He was wearing a long white coat and a stethoscope around his neck. He grinned smugly at Johnny. "How's the patient?"
Johnny laughed and then winced, as pain lanced through his back. "Bored, a little, actually. Nice coat."
Two-Bit's expression changed from the usually "duh-funny" look to one of concern. "Bored? Need a hooker or something?"
Johnny grinned back and rolled his eyes. "I'm Johnny Two-Bit, not Dallas," he replied, with uncharacteristic cheek. "Um. By the way.How is he?" Johnny asked, trying to keep up his new-found attitude, but unconsciously slipping back to his soft, shy voice.
Two-Bit shrugged. "Should be okay."
"Do you know what he's.doing.these days?" Johnny asked casually, while secretly thinking: 'Why hasn't he been to see me? Why? WHY?'
Two-Bit looked alarmed. "Glory, he hasn't told you?"
"Actually, haven't seen him. Heard a lot from Soda about him though." 'Not enough. Where has he been?'
Two-Bit stared. "He told me he was going to see you yesterday before his court hearing."
"Court hearing? What court hearing?" 'Why didn't he tell me?'
Two-Bit waved a hand carelessly. "It's not about something he did. It's about his parents. He's not 18 yet, technically cause he was.you know.not.alive for all 18 years. And there was some problem with him staying at home.there'll probably be a whole bunch more court stuff though, seeing as he died breaking a law."
Johnny's next questions died on his lips. "He died breaking a law." 'Oh fuck,' Johnny thought, as it slowly dawned on him what it really meant for him to be alive.
He drew a breath. "Two-Bit?" he asked, his voice quivering. "Did anyone say anything about me, maybe, being in trouble?"
Two-Bit squawked in surprise. "No! No, I mean, they solved it all with Ponyboy before! I mean, they figured out it was self-defense and Ponyboy didn't get any time.but.I mean, I dunno what they're doing with you." Two- Bit looked down. "I mean, they probably won't do anything." He gave Johnny an overly cheerful smile. "They probably forgot all about it."
A rap on the door made both boys turn.
A man wearing a suit and tie and carrying a brief case entered. "Excuse me," he said wearily. "My name is Mr. Brown."
A/N: Finally, got off my lazy butt and wrote the next part. Here it is! More on Johnny here too!
P.S. Okay. Since it's been three lifetimes since I've updated, you're bound to have forgotten who a certain "Mr. Brown" is. If you have, please look back at Chapter... Oh hell. He's the guy who talks to Dally about his court hearing and his parents.
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"You know you really didn't have to do this."
"Shut up," Darry hissed through gritted teeth. He wasn't sure if it was because they'd given him drugs or because he hadn't said a word for 6 months, but Dally had been a regular old chatterbox during the entire trip from the hospital.
"Wow! The sky sure if blue around here," Dally rolled down the passenger side window. "Man, this place is pretty."
Soda shook his head, completely speechless. He'd never known Dally to be so.well.happy.
"Thanks for the ride," he said absently, pushing back his still-uncut hair.
"You're welcome for the 100th time," Darry replied rolling his eyes. "And since when are you so polite?"
"Since now. Ooh, can we get ice-cream?"
Soda closed his eyes, rubbing his temples. "It's the morphine, just the morphine working," he muttered to himself. He still couldn't believe how upbeat Dally was.
"Maybe after. You have to get to your hearing."
Dally slumped down in his seat. "Oh GOD, I don't wanna do this."
"Don't worry man," Soda said reassuringly. "We went to one awhile ago and it's not as weird as you'd think."
"Yeah but what if my parents are real freaks?"
Darry stopped the car and turned to Dally.
"So what else is new? You never liked your parents anyway, at least, that's what I got from what you said about them, which was mighty little. They were abusive, half-witted alcoholics who you HATED. This is the stop, get out. Good luck by the way."
"Gee, thanks," Dally muttered and climbed out of the car.
"See you later Dal!" Soda yelled out the back window as Darry tore out of the parking lot.
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Beep. Beep. Beep.
Green line up.
Beep.
Green line down.
Beep. Beep.
'I'm going to go fucking nuts.'
Johnny moaned trying to turn over on the bed and again finding out that it was impossible, due to the pain in his back and the spider-web of wires connecting him to every conceivable noise making machine in the entire hospital.
Blaaaaa. Blaaa.
Chugg-chugga-chug..gerp.
'Dear diary, today listened to the equivalent of Dally on censored TV.'
There came a knock on the door.
"COME IN!" Johnny nearly bellowed, desperate for someone or something to take his mind off the horrible nasty, nasty machines.
"Housekeeping!" said a breathy, over-tinkly, girlish voice, and in stepped Two-Bit. He was wearing a long white coat and a stethoscope around his neck. He grinned smugly at Johnny. "How's the patient?"
Johnny laughed and then winced, as pain lanced through his back. "Bored, a little, actually. Nice coat."
Two-Bit's expression changed from the usually "duh-funny" look to one of concern. "Bored? Need a hooker or something?"
Johnny grinned back and rolled his eyes. "I'm Johnny Two-Bit, not Dallas," he replied, with uncharacteristic cheek. "Um. By the way.How is he?" Johnny asked, trying to keep up his new-found attitude, but unconsciously slipping back to his soft, shy voice.
Two-Bit shrugged. "Should be okay."
"Do you know what he's.doing.these days?" Johnny asked casually, while secretly thinking: 'Why hasn't he been to see me? Why? WHY?'
Two-Bit looked alarmed. "Glory, he hasn't told you?"
"Actually, haven't seen him. Heard a lot from Soda about him though." 'Not enough. Where has he been?'
Two-Bit stared. "He told me he was going to see you yesterday before his court hearing."
"Court hearing? What court hearing?" 'Why didn't he tell me?'
Two-Bit waved a hand carelessly. "It's not about something he did. It's about his parents. He's not 18 yet, technically cause he was.you know.not.alive for all 18 years. And there was some problem with him staying at home.there'll probably be a whole bunch more court stuff though, seeing as he died breaking a law."
Johnny's next questions died on his lips. "He died breaking a law." 'Oh fuck,' Johnny thought, as it slowly dawned on him what it really meant for him to be alive.
He drew a breath. "Two-Bit?" he asked, his voice quivering. "Did anyone say anything about me, maybe, being in trouble?"
Two-Bit squawked in surprise. "No! No, I mean, they solved it all with Ponyboy before! I mean, they figured out it was self-defense and Ponyboy didn't get any time.but.I mean, I dunno what they're doing with you." Two- Bit looked down. "I mean, they probably won't do anything." He gave Johnny an overly cheerful smile. "They probably forgot all about it."
A rap on the door made both boys turn.
A man wearing a suit and tie and carrying a brief case entered. "Excuse me," he said wearily. "My name is Mr. Brown."